Friday, July 1, 2016

I am Foxy - also known as the Monster Dog. I don't know why they call me that because I am cute and friendly - but my parents like it and I try to keep them happy.

My parents adopted me when I was just over 5 years old. I lived in Tennessee. My first parents couldn't take care of me anymore and gave me to a lady named Pam who worked hard to find me the best parents she could.

I came to my parents on an orphan bus. I arrived on a rainy day. It took me a awhile to get happy again but now I am.

I keep my parents warm at night by sleeping in bed with them. I help them finish their dinners when they put too much food on their plates. I keep them well exercised by taking them for walks. I let them pet me a lot because it keeps them from being anxious. And every once in a while I run away or hide so they can have the fun of looking for me.

I am a good dog!

Clancy is my special friend. He is three times my size but we play together just fine. I guess we will meet other dogs on this trip but Clancy will always be my "bestie."

I picked my family when I
was 8 weeks old even though I didn't know anything about them; At that
time I was only know as the "green" puppy. That was because I had the
green plastic collar. All my litter mates had different colored collars
for data collection. Notes were made 4 times a day, although I didn't
know it, and entered on forms so we could be matched up with our
prospective families. I didn't realize that my family to be had only
one criteria on their sheet. They wanted the "perfect" pet. Obviously
that was me.

At the
first meeting I ran straight out of my pen and sat leaning against
Jerry's leg as he petted me. I only growled a couple of times when the
other puppy that was available ventured too close for my comfort. Then I
waited four long weeks, much longer in puppy time, waiting for their
return to take me home. My first night, away from my litter mates was
horrible. I cried all night in my crate. When they finally realized
that I was used to soft music to sleep everything changed. I didn't
like the crate thing so I learned to use the "outside facilities" very
quickly.

I was
just settling in the new lodgings when all of a sudden we were racing
down the highway with this shiny thing right on our bumper. It was so
close that I thought it must be attached to us. Actually it was. I was
on my first camping trip. I immediately loved camping. The first trip
was tough because I got sick and covered with ticks. On my first out of
state trip I encountered a bear, boy did I learn to bark and growl like
a big dog.

I love both my big and my tiny home.

When
at my big house I'm free to run and on our walks I visit with all my
human and canine neighbor friends.. Sometimes I even get to walk off
leash. I love to spend my days in my yard watching shadows.

When
we travel in my shiny tiny home I get to see so many new parts of this
country. I have so many friends. There is Foxy, Bentley, Bailey, Shadow,
Mina... So many friends that are not with us anymore ...

I love my family, they tell me what a good dog I am all the time. I'm everyone's best friend.